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Spinning Bottle
05:48
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I have spun the bottle. It's still spinning. It is the bottom of the ninth inning. I am not asking for more time. Why would it matter to someone not set on winning? Who sent this empty bottle forever spinning? I am not asking for more time. And you may offer me a glass. But I will pass; this wine I can't see through. My eyes are on the ceiling again. The ceiling fan at 3AM. There's a lady. I've kept her waiting. But she is always on my mind. There's a lady. I've kept her waiting. I feel I do this all the time. I've got my eyes closed. We're touching elbows.
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Dodecahedron
04:00
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Tomorrow Is A Tomahawk
04:36
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Tomorrow is a tomahawk thrown across a forest clearing. It sticks in me, as if I were a tree. But maybe I am, maybe I am... Here I go again, losing perspective. Not up to me, despite an impassioned plea. Dear tomahawk, please do this once for me! I could die in this van. On this bridge span. The water's warm. Tomorrow is a tomahawk thrown across a loved one's bedroom. And I'm not aware of it, until they made the call (was at the shopping mall). That tomahawk was stuck in to the wall. Not up to me, despite an impassioned plea. Dear tomahawk, please do this once for me! It comes on so quickly. Haven't got it in me. The day is so flimsy. Haven't got it in me. I could die in this van. On this bridge span. The water's warm.
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The moon is directly above. The moon is stained with blood. I know love's a curse and I know I'm in love. I got used to a face every night, thinking everything was passing all right. But now what I see is just murder to me, if I'm seeing things right. After climbing the mountain as tall as all my grandfathers head to toe, the moon is still directly above. Still stained scarlet with blood. And even if I travel all the way to Tibet it'll still be hanging over my head. But I know something will come, about the shape and size and colour of the sun.
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I'll Drive
02:56
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I'll drive the first three-hundred k, so I may have the rest of the day to dream of crystallizing Africa. Or never staying in one place. Good god, it's not a race! But dontcha know, I'll drive the first three-hundred k, so I may have the rest of the day to dream of all the girls I'll never love. I have no baby to drive home to so I'll keep driving. I'll drive the first three-hundred k, so I may have the rest of the day. You don't need to take these parting words apart; sometimes goodbye is only just a start.
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The spiders I don't mind. They do their business on their side of the street, and I do my business on my side of the street. Yes, the spiders I don't mind. We get along just fine. It's the people I take issue with. They come out of nowhere. Yeah, she's still sitting there. I've taken everything there is. Yeah. She's still sitting there.
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I'm drinking straight out of the carton while you're gone. And it doesn't feel so strange. I'm just aching for a change. I'm drinking straight out of the carton while you're gone. And now everything in view has regained its lovely hue. I'm in the deep end, I'm swimming free. No sharks are after me. All I knew was shallow, where ground would touch my feet. I was living in complete oblivion. I was no one, but now that's done. I'm drinking straight out of the carton.
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Garbageman
02:45
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Hey mister garbageman. Take all of this away. All these remnants and debris, this trash of yesterday. 'cause I'm done with it. Yeah I'm done with it. Hey mister garbageman. Angel in coveralls. When you know your own worth, you start to think, that's all. Moving on with it. Moving on with it. That industrial smell is sweet, it's so sweet. I breathe it, I need it, I breathe it. Drop me off at the depot. I came by way of yesterday.
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Under The Net
05:32
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Maybe we do agree: it's like a hook in your mouth. So best of luck, darling, getting it out. We're all under the same net, anyway. And speaking of Inverness, it's neither here nor there. And you know it, so don't delude yourself. We're all under the same net anyway. Maybe we do agree: we'll never reason it out. Or see by the light of a match. [Saxophone speaks.]
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New Decade
06:01
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I am walking away, just eating my licorice. The air holds me up. There's no need for improving on what looks fine to me. I can do what I like. There were ten stacks of plates. Now I can't hear them, the sound that they make. "Wipe that smirk off your face." Now I can see it: it was only a game. Feels just like a new decade.
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Quantum Summer
02:53
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Heat of the evening. And no longer believing that's all, at the surface of it. I mean, are we really that off? Are we really that lost? I'm no nearer to knowing where all of this is going. Mountains and seasons either gain or lose meaning. Let's get to the bottom of this. The answer's not waiting for us. But I'm no nearer to knowing where all of this is going.
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Almost Going
03:02
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I've packed all my things in bags, and I've picked them up, and they don't weigh too much. I know that I am keen to go, but I move too slow. I should be in the greatest rush. Who is anybody kidding? There's no comfort when you're just sitting. Cobwebs hold things in place like scaffolding. I'm disassembling; I'm almost going.
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